Troubles With My gorgeous Billionaire

The keys

"Hi!" I greet taking the seat across from hers.

"Hello!"she replies with a tender smile.She has such ideal eyes.Apart from being unusually big and sought of attractive,there is something in them that makes her seem like a really cordial person.

"You don't seem to be in a party mood today."

"Iam never in a party mood.I am not a party type,I guess."she answers with friendly smile.Well,that dazzles me.She can drink just enough to pass out yet she isn't a party type.Interesting.

"You mind joining me for a dance?"I ask.

"I don't know a thing about dancing .Honestly,I have never been on a dance floor."she answers.

"That's hard to believe considering the fact that you are a frequent customer here."I point out.

"I only come here to have a drink.That's all."she answers.I dont doubt that she may not be a good dancer.It's now obvious she isn't a party type.Her personality Isn't one that can be comfortable on the dance floor.But I doubt that she comes here just to have a drink.Thats a lie.The fact is she is here to get drunk.I wonder why she must drink too much all the time and damage her classic look.That Isn't my business.I shouldnt be worryying about whether her drinking will ruin her.Infact I should be happy that she drinks that much as i need to steal her keys without her noticing.But what I am feeling now cant be described as "happy".There is this foil feeling growing within me like it seeks to condemn what iam about to do.This particular awlful feeling invariantly warns me whenever I am about to do or be part of something morally wrong.But today i thinkI should simply ignore it .Because Iam not acctually doing something wrong.But whether I buy or not ,She will get drunk anyway.I am not happy that she will drink even though I should be.She is way too adorable to be an alcoholic.Its disapointing that she is already one.

"You mind if i buy you some drinks?'I ask forging a smile.

"Are there any strings attached?"she asks.

"Not even a single thread."I lie.

"okay.I am Rebecca."

"loveworth."

"loveworth is your sir name?"she asks .

"No.Ray is.I am loveworth O.Ray."I answer.

Rebecca's phone rings in her lether handbag.She hastly fishes it out,checks her call.she excuses herself as she stands and steps out of the bar to answer the call.Her bag is left open beside me.she must be way too trusting to leave her handbang with a stranger and walk away.

Making sure no one is watching ,I reach inside and search for the keys.There isn't much in the bag so i find them easily and hurriedly walk to where C-moon is seated.

"How fast can you do it?"I ask as i give him the keys.

"As fast as one can take to press each key on a bar of soap."He answers showing me a piece of bar soap he had carried in his pocket.I nod and take a seat beaside him.

"What happened to the oeiginal plan of getting her drunk?"C-moon asks.

"If you take less time than she will take to answer her call,we wount have to buy her any drinks."I answer.

"Does that mean I will get the drinks instead?"He asks.

"yes."

C-moon starts humming a song about this being a good day as he bends and starts pressing the keys in the soap.He only takes four minutes to complete the process.He hands me the keys and slips the soap back into his pocket.

"You said I will have the drinks if I Finish fast." He says.

"Yes.But your fake keys better be good enough."I warn and leave his table.I manage to return the keys into Rebbeca's bag seconds before she re-enters the bar.I settle back on my seat.

"Is everything okay?"I ask when I notice the sudden glum expression on her face.Apparently,all excitement she had earlier has vanished.She gestures at the young waiteress to come then orders two bottles of alcohol.Its now obvious that her drinking is a way of countering depression.I am getting this overwhelming feeling that inclines me to stop her.Like it is my business whether she drinks or not.

"Everything is fine."She finally answers my question.

"Really? You know there are better ways of dealing with problems other than drowning them."I advise.She shakes her head like she is frustrated by everything around her.She then proceeds to run her fingers through her well styled hair and makes it a mess.Some of it spills in front of her face giving her the image of a drug addict.

"You don't know a thing about my problems.Or how to solve them."

"True.But we both know that alcohol isn't a solution.you can tell me about your problem and may be I can help."I offer generously.

"You cant help me.Trust me."

"How do you know?"I ask .For a full minute,she silently mulls over what to say.

"My brother has been diagnose with a kidney problem.Dad says that the cost of his operation is sixty grand."She informs in a saddened voice."Unless I rob a bank,I can never come up with such an amount.

"like I said,I will help."I assure her.

"How will you get the money?"

"let just say,I wount have to rob a bank to get them."I simply answer not seeing any need to start bragging about my charity work and how much I spend helping the orphaned children.I will only need to divert some of my contributions from the orphaned charity project and use the money to fund Rebeccas's brother's treatment..whoever he is.That will save her brother's life and her from drinking.But it will not be good thing for the poor children whom I help for a reason that is only known to me and my family.The one thing that compels me to help them is my first hand experince of what it's like not to be cared for.Worst of it all to have parents who rejects and openly disowns you.which was my case.

My real parents were and continues to be super rich.So they did have all it takes to at least take care of a child.But they choose not to.The simple reason being that only wanted a single child not two.So existing as a second one was a mistake.Once I was born,they disowned me.Out of her pure goodness,my mother gave me a single name"Onus".which means burden.As far as am concerned,that's the only thing she did for me.

The only reason I survived is because there was this kind maid who was human enough to give a little help to an unwanted baby.But that didn't stop my cruel parents from trying to completly get rid of me when I was four once rumours about me began spreading and putting their good reputation at risk.I was lucky that the young maid managed to sneak me out of their home before they executed their evil plan.She dumped me at the doorstep of my current loving family.The Ray's.Thats how I finally found a home away from the cruel wilsons family.The same family that later adopted another child named Dean.Who now manages their family business including the wilson's company.Was I that bad that they needed to get of and adopt another child.Yet they cared for my elder sister more than anything in the world.

"I will pay for your brother's trement.And you will repay me by abstaning from alcohol."I suggest to Rebecca.She simply nods with a happy smile.Iam impressed that she trusts me.Her attention then shifts to the television fixed on the front wall of the bar.On the screen is an Asian president sorrounded by heavy security as he arrives at an airport owing to the big dr.feguson memorial tomorrow.News about his sudden death and the memorial service tomorrow has been the topic for a week now.Lucky me,I have got something to gain from it all.Thats is if my plan works.

"I will send you a check the day after tomorrow.I ask and she quickly writes down her adress on a piece of paper torn from a small book she had in her bag.

"I have got to go.Have a good day!"I say.

"You too!" She gives me a shy smile as we shake hands.

I walk to the bar's counter to pay C-moon's drinks before leaving the bar and taking a drive to my office.And I unwillingly think of Rebecca until I get there.I dont even undustand why I think of her considering there is alot more critical things that require my attention now.I guess It's because she is such a unique person.unique in a good way.

"Hello lovely.looks like today is going to be a good day."Nick,my secretary says loundly the moment I step into his office.He has been my secretary since I took over the position of C.E.O here.We have grown way too close as a result of working together for so long.Sometimes it feels awkward to send him to get me something as he is more of a friend than he is a secretary.The fact that am his boss faded away with time.Thats why he is confident enough to adress me by my nickname.Apparently,everyone here has assumed they are free to do the same.

"Good day for who?"I ask Nick.

"Me of course.I always have good days when you show up here in a T-shirt."He explains like its the biggest discovery of the week."I get dull days when you put on a shirt.And worst days if you add a tie."

"You know if you carefully handle your affairs you wount have to blame my outfit for your bad days."I answer.

"some days are just bad days.Thats it" He argues.

Somehow he is right.There are days that everything seems to fall apart.I should hope that tomorrow isn't one of those days.

"Gold dawns hotel seems to reconsider the tender they gave us .They may decide to shift it to wilson behind our backs."Nick informs reclining back on his chair.

"I will speak to their manager the day after tomorrow.Don't let it ruin your day."I say opening the mahogany door of my office and shutting it behind me.Inside,I go through the latest sales reports which indicate normal gains or state of any business company that is not heading towards bankrupty or pure success.If things go well tomorrow,We will be looking foward to incredible success.The exact opposite of it is correct if my plan fails.That would also mean I won't be around for Rebecca depending on the magnitude of how things go wrong.But I don't want to consider that probability.It's good to stay poditively focused right now.

When it's at least an hour past lunch time,I walk myself out of the office.I find Nick at his desk looking drowsy."Looks like you are going to smash your forehead against your desk soon."I say walking past him to the door.He sighs loundly as he struggles to sit upright.

"I didn't sleep well last night."He says and yawns.

"You can leave too."

As soon as I end the last word,He leaps from his seat and join me on the walk down the stairs."You two are going out again?"The lady behind the reception desk asks teasingly.People here love gossip.They are always looking for something to talk about.

"If you mean going out of this building,yes.We're going out.Out of here."I answer.

"I mean going out to a club or something of sought.I am just wordering if there is a reason for me to feel jelous."She elaborates flashing Nick a smile.

"Jelous of who exactly?"Nicks asks seeming too interested in the subject.I assure you this beauty here wouldn't be into me.Otherwise I would already have changed my s****l orientation from straight to gay."They both giggle."But there is this good-looking billionaire that I am certain has a crush on him."Nicks goes on to lie.There is no such guy that Nick is talking about .He is as usual making up stories and conspiraces to sweeten conversations expecially gossip.I don't bother to listen farther to Nick's lies.I need to make sure my crew is well prepared for tomorrow.So I drive home.